Lightskin and schizophrenic.
That's like mixing ammonium nitrate and fuel oil.
True story. Before I met my wife later that year, I very very briefly was dealing with a chick like that who went to my school in undergrad but didn't live on campus. She was staying the weekend in my dorm. We got into an argument that night, and three hours later, I was woken up with this idiot standing over me trying to force Tylenol PMs down my throat.
I bit her fingers.
She went to the corner of the room looking like fukking Gollum, only instead of, "The precious," she kept repeating, "You motherfukker."

I can laugh about it now, but I ignored all the warning signs she had shown that she was crazy because I was knocking down an exotical. I'm just glad looking back that it didn't blow up more or that she didn't allege anything. It ain't worth it. I remember seeing her weeks later in the cafeteria with a group of her friends sitting with some of the guys on the basketball team. Prayers went up.
She didn't have a septum ring, but I will die on the hill that I've never seen or met a woman with a septum ring that wasn't crazy in some way.